The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-04-30

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in the sleeves and Rebecca and Isaac
skillfuly Slipped it oyerhis shoulders.
Rochester looked sheepish He
wished he was out Of it. He seemed to
be under some kind of an obligation
to purchase an overcoat that he had not
forsecn. He felt fatally sure that if he
didn't get that overcoat off his back he
would buy it. All this ran through his
mind in the dark little shop while Isaac
was punching it up in the back and
saying critically:
''Nefer seen any ding like i'll. Fits
like it was mate to orter,' Like der
shkin on sossitch," echoed Rebecca.
Rochester acted with decision. He
took dollar bill from his pocket and
said:
Here, II have an appointments
This will pay you for your trouble"
He stripped off the coat and fed in the
temporary asstonishment he had
caused.
IVY didn't he take der coat Wit him?"
said Rebecca grinning at Isaac, as she
looked ut the bill.
But Isaac was already outside and
hooked another fish.
Rochester felt that he needed time for
reflection. He did not dare look in the
direction of five broad grins which he
felt sure were short distance away
bearing due northeast. He lit cigar
and ruminated. He must keep the
overcoat away from him; that was evil
dent. This was the only conclusion
reached when a voice said:
Il got id, Ten tollars."
1t was Motzenhauser. Motzenhauscr
was pointing to an oyercoat on dunn
my. Motzenhauser had watched all
the Funkenstein proceedings except
the finale. He had agreed with Mrs.
Motzenhauser that Rochester was from
the West and planned accordingly.
Come insite,n said Motzenhauser.
Rochester hesitatcd. He wished to
refuse but it was part of the bet to en-
ter.
II had a son 90 oud to Denfcr," said
Mrs. Motzcnhauscr
Rochester is polite to all women.
"Indeed, said he.
"Chacob Motzenhauser vas his name.
He sold subscribers and cowlar buttons,
put now he has a pig shtore in der
Windsor HodeL You know Chacob?'
Rochester thought he had met several
Chacobs in his travels but still denied
il. He did not know what subtle logi-
cal sequence might lie between ac-
quaintanceship with Chacob and buy
ing coat.
TRY dis on" said Motzenhauser,
himself and wife grabbing the custom
er's hands,
He knew the dodge, and stepped
back just in time.
Thank you. l won't try it on" he
said. Its too-too light" he added,
at venture.
The mates to it in six darker shades
were instantly forthcoming. Rochcs-
ter felt that he had put his foot into
it He didn't know what to say.
Imean it's too thin for the weather. g"
They held up their hands in astonish-
mcnt and waved them in horizontal
parabolas from the wrist joint above
their shoulders.
"Suflerin' Lazarus. You vos nefer a
summer in Nyorick. Too tin. Wy,
you wear something hcflier as dot und
you pun to a CRISP"
I'm not goingto be in New York, "
said Rochester,
We're you goin?"
"To-to Grccnlandn
He rushed out without more words.
Motzenhauser and his wife stared al
Rochester from the doorway and made
some kind of a sign to the street, fol
the street was watching intently whey.
ever it was not occupied "inside." The
sign meant that he was crank. The
street nodded, but still watched. The
crank was going into Katzcnyammer' s.
What would Katzenyammer do with
him? That was the question,
Baxter street is like city of prairie
dogs. On ordinary occasions the patri
arch dog is watching at the door of hi.
shop hole. The matrarch and the
progeny of various generations are
scattered about at short distances. A.
you approach the hole the younger
ones dive in. The old one waits anC
catches you, and inside is a reserve
force which can be called upon, suliic
ing for any emergency.
KatzenYammer was the acknowl
edged king of the street. He woult
sell a suit of clothes to a,woodcn In
dian. He would sell man tin watcl
at the top price and make him thinl
he had got the Strasburg clock will
the cathedral thrown in. One winte,
he sold the shoes off his feet in Eas